Chapter 19 This is my room
Sang Muye spoke very seriously, as if he was a groom taking an oath in a wedding hall.
There was an unconcealable deep affection on that angular face.
His deep eyes were fixed on Shen Xingli's pretty face.
Seeing him like this, Shen Xingli couldn't control herself.
What kind of man can say "thank you" in such a stuffy way?
If she hadn't known Sang Muye for a long time, she would have suspected that he was saying that to her.
Shen Xingli's face gradually turned red.
The tips of her fair ears also became hot.
She chuckled and said, "Good pronunciation, just say it that way."
Sang Muye looked at her meaningfully: "Are you sure it's okay if I say this?"
Shen Xingli blinked a few times guiltily: "You still don't believe me? I'm a top student in our college."
Sang Muye curled his lips slightly.
The big hands gently rubbed the hot tips of Shen Xingli's ears.
His voice was low and hoarse, "Then why are you blushing? It's as if I said something naughty to tease you."
Shen Xingli: “…”
This man can't read minds.
How could he tell that she was attracted to him?
But how could the proud little princess admit it?
She raised her chin and said confidently, "The heater is on too high."
After saying that, she lowered her head guiltily and scooped a mouthful of porridge into her mouth.
Seeing her like this, Sang Muye didn't plan to tease her anymore.
He took a piece of egg and put it in his mouth.
After more than ten hours of flying, we finally arrived at our destination.
As soon as he got off the plane, Shen Xingli shivered in the cold wind.
It had just snowed heavily here and the temperature was below zero.
Sang Muye lowered his eyes to look at her outfit and couldn't help but frown.
"Are you sure you won't catch a cold dressed like this?"
The little girl was only wearing a light purple wool sweater, a white miniskirt, and a gray cashmere coat.
He is wearing white sneakers.
Her brown curly hair was tied up behind her head, revealing her delicate white collarbone.
The whole person looks warm and sweet.
Shen Xingli shrank his neck and said, "It's okay. I'm going to get in the car soon anyway. I can't come here wearing a military coat and embarrass Mr. Sang."
Hearing the word "military coat", the assistant beside him couldn't help laughing.
Their President Sang has married a treasure.
The little girl's words are so funny.
Sang Muye also curled his lips.
He stretched out his big hand and held her cold little hand tightly.
She instantly felt surrounded by warmth.
But the next second, she immediately pulled her hand back.
She raised her little face and said seriously, "I am your translator now, please don't cross the line."
After saying that, she stepped back a bit and walked side by side with the assistant behind her.
Sang Muye glanced at her and said nothing.
But there was a hint of joy between his handsome brows.
As soon as I got out of the airport, I saw a tall and mighty man standing at the door, waving at Sang Muye.
Sang Muye stopped and looked at Shen Xingli.
"Shouldn't you start working, Miss Shen?"
The word "Miss Shen" made Shen Xingli's body stiffen.
Why did she always feel that Sang Muye was sincerely teasing her?
She trotted a few steps to catch up with him and walked with him to the foreigner.
The foreigner hugged Sang Muye warmly and said in German: "Sang, long time no see, how are you?"
Shen Xingli immediately translated in the most professional tone: "Sang, long time no see, how are you?"
The foreigner was startled.
Immediately looked towards Shen Xingli.
Then he looked at Sang Muye meaningfully and asked, "Sang, who is this..."
Sang Muye said in authentic Chinese: "My translator, Miss Shen."
The foreigner widened his eyes in disbelief and was about to say something when he heard Shen Xingli's professional translation again.
"Meine bersetzerin, Miss Shen." (My translator, Miss Shen)
Sang Muye said again: "Ms. Shen, this is the client I want to meet, Mr. Edson."
Shen Xingli immediately nodded to the man with an official smile on his face.
In German, he said, "Hello, Mr. Edson, I am Shen Xingli, and I am Mr. Sang's translator for this meeting. Please take care of me."
Seeing the little girl's serious expression, Edson gave Sang Muye a strange look.
Then he smiled and said, “Hello, Miss Shen, it’s nice to meet you. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation.”
After saying that, he stretched out his arms, wanting to give Shen Xingli a big hug.
This kind of welcome is common for foreigners.
Just as Shen Xingli was about to respond, Sang Muye grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his side.
In authentic Chinese, he said, "She's allergic to the perfume you're wearing, so don't hug her."
After saying that, he raised his chin towards Shen Xingli and said, "Translate."
Shen Xingli: How can she translate this?
Are you saying that she dislikes other people's body odor?
This is so rude.
She smiled faintly and said, "Sorry, Mr. Edson, I have a cold and I'm worried about passing it on to you, so please don't hug me."
Edson looked at Sang Muye, then at Shen Xingli, and smiled knowingly.
"Let's go, the car is outside."
After saying that, he whistled at Sang Muye, turned around and took them away.
Ederson is a typical German image.
He is about 1.9 meters tall, tall and mighty, with broad shoulders and long legs.
He has a face that is unique to Westerners.
Deep-set blue eyes, high nose bridge, snow-white skin.
Light brown curly hair.
There's wind in the air when you walk.
Shen Xingli had to take small steps and jog to keep up.
Sang Muye stopped and looked at her sideways: "Short legs, hurry up."
Shen Xingli glared at him angrily: "My legs are not short, they are 105cm long, the standard fair skin, beautiful face and long legs, you are just walking too fast, okay."
Hearing this, Sang Muye showed a hint of joy between his brows.
Edson took them for a simple meal and went straight into work mode.
Sang Muye stood alone on the podium, introducing the products of Xingye Technology.
The man was wearing a black suit with a light blue shirt and a black tie.
Simple and capable yet elegant.
Excellent body proportions, beautiful eyes and eyebrows, and serious and earnest conversation.
Especially when talking about professional knowledge, Sang Muye always had a calm and confident expression on his face.
Shen Xingli was surprised to see Sang Muye like this.
She only heard rumors from the outside world, saying that he was cold-blooded and violent, and that he was crazy and had turned into a demon.
But no one has ever said that he is so strong in his professional field that dozens of people present kept praising his speech.
Sang Muye now seems to have a halo surrounding him.
It is an aura of confidence and a look of admiration.
The meeting lasted more than four hours, and Sang Muye was either giving a speech on the stage or answering questions raised by customers.
Shen Xingli stood beside him the whole time, translating in German throughout.
Although she was extremely thirsty several times, she did not dare to slack off.
She knew how important this project was to Sang Muye.
After the meeting, Sang Muye rejected Edson's invitation and took Shen Xingli back to the hotel to rest.
Shen Xingli had been on a flight for more than ten hours and had been a translator for four hours, and his body was already exhausted.
As soon as I got the room card, I rushed in and threw myself directly onto the big bed.
Burying her face in the quilt, she growled, "I'm so tired, someone come and save the little princess."
But before she could finish her words, she heard the door being opened from the outside with a click.
Sang Muye walked over with his long legs, carrying the luggage in his hand.
Shen Xingli suddenly sat up from the bed and stammered, "This, this is my room."
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